I always thought I had the perfect family—until one day, everything changed.

It started when I was 16. My parents never treated me differently, but I always felt like I didn't resemble either of them.One day, during a science project, we had to do a DNA test in school. My best friend and I joked about how funny it would be if our results had something surprising.

When I got my results, my heart dropped. My blood type didn't match either of my parents! I thought there had to be a mistake, but when I confronted my mom, her face turned pale.

She finally confessed: my "dad" wasn’t my biological father. My real dad was a man she had loved before she met my current dad, but she never told anyone. She begged me not to tell my dad, but how could I keep such a huge secret?

I decided to look for my real father. With some research, I found his name and reached out. When I finally met him, he was shocked but also happy to see me. He had no idea I existed!

But just when I thought things couldn’t get crazier… my real dad told me something shocking.

He wasn't sure if he was really my father either! Apparently, my mom had been in a love triangle—she was secretly dating two best friends at the same time. One of them was my biological father… but which one?

Now, I had to take another DNA test to find out who my real dad was. But when the results came in, my heart stopped. Neither of them was my father.

So who was my real dad? And why was my mom lying to everyone?

So, neither the man I grew up with nor the man my mom claimed was my father was actually my biological dad.

I felt betrayed, confused, and honestly… scared. My mom had lied to me my whole life. When I confronted her, she broke down crying and finally admitted the truth.

I was never supposed to find out because… I was never supposed to exist.

She told me that when she was younger, she was involved in a top-secret experiment. A scientist had offered her a huge sum of money to be part of a groundbreaking genetic project. Desperate and struggling financially, she agreed—without knowing exactly what she was signing up for.

Nine months later, I was born.

My mom never even met the man who was supposed to be my “father” because… he wasn’t just a normal person. He was a genetically modified genius who had escaped from a secret lab.

I thought she was crazy—until I started noticing things about myself.

I never got sick. My wounds healed faster than normal. And I had a memory so sharp that I could recall exact conversations from when I was a baby.

Everything started making sense.

But just when I thought I had uncovered all the secrets… something terrifying happened.

A strange man showed up at my school. He was dressed in a black suit, wearing dark sunglasses, and he called me by a name I had never heard before.

He said, “It’s time to come home.”

What did he mean? Who was he? And was my entire life just part of some secret experiment?

The man in the black suit stood silently, his eyes hidden behind reflective sunglasses. “It’s time to come home,” he said again, his voice calm but firm.

“I am home,” I replied, backing away.

He pulled something from his pocket—a card with a strange symbol and my full name printed on it, along with a date and location I didn’t recognize. Then he whispered, “Project Aurora.” That sent chills down my spine.

That night, I searched for the phrase online. Nothing. Not a single result. So I asked my mom again. At first, she refused to talk—but then, her expression changed. Like she knew this day would come.

She told me I wasn’t just part of a genetic experiment—I was the experiment. Scientists had created me using DNA from multiple sources, not just one man. I was part human, part synthetic. That’s why no father matched my DNA. I was literally one-of-a-kind.

But here’s the real shocker—I wasn’t the only one.

She said there were others. Children like me. Some with incredible intelligence. Some with strength beyond human limits. And one… who went rogue. That’s when the project was shut down. The government erased all traces of it. And they made my mom sign a contract to raise me in secret—until I turned 17.

Guess what? My birthday was in two days.

I couldn’t sleep. My dreams were filled with visions—strange places, people I’d never met, voices calling my name. Was someone trying to reach me?

The next day, a letter showed up at our house with no postage, no address—just a symbol. The same one from the card.

Inside was a photo. It was of a girl… who looked exactly like me. But it wasn’t me.

My heart dropped.

I showed it to my mom, and she fainted.

When she woke up, she said, “I lied again… You had a twin.”

A twin who was taken at birth.

Now everything made sense—the voices, the dreams, the visions. I wasn’t just feeling things. I was connected to someone. Someone like me.

Suddenly, the lights in our house flickered. A loud bang echoed outside. I looked out the window and saw two black SUVs pull up.

They were coming for me.

I had a choice: stay and be taken… or run and find my sister.

So I packed a bag, grabbed the photo, and slipped out the back door.

As I ran into the night, one thought kept racing through my mind:

If they created me… what else were they hiding?

And if my twin was out there… was she running too?

Or worse—was she working for them?

I ran for hours, adrenaline pushing me forward through the woods behind our house. My phone stopped working. GPS—gone. No signal. Just static. It felt like the world was closing in on me.

That’s when I saw her.

A girl standing in the clearing. Long black hair. Pale skin. And eyes—eyes exactly like mine.

My heart nearly stopped. “Are you…?”

She smiled faintly. “Yes. I’m your sister. But not in the way you think.”

Before I could speak, the ground beneath us began to shake. Trees creaked. A low hum filled the air, almost like chanting. She grabbed my hand.

“We don’t have much time,” she whispered. “They didn’t just experiment on us. They summoned us.”

“What?”

She pointed to the sky. The clouds above us swirled unnaturally, forming symbols I’d seen in my dreams. Ancient ones. She explained that Project Aurora wasn’t just a genetic test—it was a ritual. The scientists were part of a secret order trying to create vessels for something... inhuman.

We weren’t just born.

We were called.

Each of us was a key—tied to a different force beyond this world. My sister? She was tied to shadows. She could disappear into darkness, move through reflections. Me? I was connected to memory. I could tap into people’s thoughts, feel echoes of the past, and sometimes… rewrite them.

“I’ve been watching you for years,” she said. “They sent me to track you. But I turned against them. I remembered what they did.”

Just then, the forest went still. Too still.

“They’re here.”

Out of the trees, the men in suits returned—but now, their eyes glowed silver. Their shadows moved faster than their bodies. One whispered a word, and I felt my legs lock. My sisterraised her hand and everything around us went pitch black.

In the darkness, I heard her voice inside my mind: “You have power. Use it.”

I focused. And suddenly—memories hit me like a wave. The lab. The symbols. A giant stone door buried underground… sealed by seven keys. Seven like us.

And then I saw it: something behind the door. Something ancient. Watching. Waiting.

I snapped back just as the darkness lifted. The men were frozen mid-step—caught in a memory loop I had created. My power had worked.

My sister turned to me. “You’re waking up. But that was just the beginning.”

She pulled a small, glowing stone from her pocket. It pulsed when I touched it.

“There are five others,” she said. “If they find them first, they’ll open the gate. And we’ll all be gone.”

I nodded, heart pounding. Our whole lives had been a lie. But now, we had a mission.

We weren’t just science experiments anymore.

We were the only things standing between this world… and something far worse.

The night we escaped was only the beginning.

My sister—whose real name was Lyra—explained everything on our journey north. Each of the seven like us was a Key, created not just through science but through ancient magic woven into DNA itself. Each of us guarded a piece of the seal that kept The Deep One trapped beyond the Gate of Worlds.

If the organization unlocked the Gate, it would release not just a creature, but a force so old and powerful that it could rewrite existence itself.

And worst of all?

The organization wasn’t alone anymore. Some of the Keys had already been turned against us.

--The Key of Fire

Our first mission was to find another Key: a boy named Elias who was bound to the element of Fire. We found him living off-grid in the ruins of an abandoned town. When we approached, he tried to burn us alive. Flames exploded around him, but Lyra and I

Our first mission was to find Elias—the boy connected to Fire.

Lyra said he was one of the strongest of us, but also the most unstable.

We tracked him to an abandoned steel mill on the edge of a ruined city. The air smelled like smoke and burnt metal. As we moved deeper inside, we saw scorch marks on the walls—huge claw-like patterns burned into the stone.

“He’s already awakening,” Lyra whispered.

Suddenly, the ground shook. A blast of heat knocked us back, and from the shadows, a boy emerged—his hair glowing like embers, his hands wreathed in living fire.

“Stay back!” he shouted. His voice was raw, desperate. “I know why you’re here!”

“We’re not here to hurt you!” I cried out. “We’re like you!”

But before we could explain, black shadows slithered across the floor. Agents. They had found him first. Their leader—a tall woman with silver eyes—stepped forward. She didn’t even flinch as Elias hurled fire toward her. With a wave of her hand, she absorbed the flames into a strange mirror-like object.

“They’re lying to you, Elias,” she said smoothly. “Come with us. Find your true purpose.”

Elias hesitated.

In that moment, I knew what I had to do. I focused hard, diving into his mind—pushing through walls of fear and anger. I showed him flashes of my memories: the lab, the rituals, the truth about our creation.

He gasped, stepping back. The fire around him sputtered uncertainly. Then his eyes locked with mine—and for the first time, I saw it: recognition.

He turned and blasted the agents with a ring of flame so hot the steel beams melted.

“Run!” he shouted.

We escaped into the night, Elias panting beside us. He agreed to join us—but he warned that not all the Keys would listen. Some were already too far gone.

— Gathering the Lost

Over the next few weeks, we traveled across the country, finding the others:

Selene, the girl bound to Water, who could drown whole cities with a wave of her hand.

Orion, linked to Air, who could vanish into mist and summon storms.

Kael, tied to Earth, whose footsteps cracked the ground itself.

Each of them was broken, confused, or hunted—but one by one, they joined us.

Except for the seventh.

The seventh Key was missing.

And that was terrifying, because the seventh Key wasn’t like the others. He wasn’t created to seal the Gate.

He was created to open it.

— The Shadow King

The seventh Key, known only as Lucien, had awakened long before any of us. Raised by the organization, fed lies and power, he believed it was his destiny to free The Deep One—and become ruler of the new world that would rise after.

Lucien’s powers weren’t bound to just one element. He could twist all reality around him—bending time, illusions, and even life itself.

And worse: he had already found the first two pieces of the broken Gate.

We would have to stop him.

But how do you stop someone born with the power to destroy worlds?

— Rise of the Guardians

Elias, Lyra, Selene, Orion, Kael, and I formed a bond beyond anything normal. We became the Guardians of the Seals.

Each of us trained to master not just our natural powers, but the hidden abilities tied to our supernatural origins. Lyra taught me how to dive deeper into memory-streams. Orion could now summon tornadoes with a whisper. Selene learned to create living weapons from water.

We weren’t just experiments anymore.

We were just experiments anymore.

We were warriors.

--The Final Battle (Teaser)

Lucien was raising an army of corrupted humans—twisted by fragments of ancient magic. The sky above the Gate burned with unnatural fire.

The final battle wasn’t just to save ourselves.

It was to save everything.

And as we stood at the threshold of the Gate, facing Lucien across the cracked earth, I realized something terrifying:

Part of me wanted to open the Gate too.

Something inside me… something ancient… was waking up.

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